I am tired of this monotonous, sedentary afternoon in which long-faced gentlemen vociferate their ignorance of the Afghan war. Dazed afternoon under the scorching sun watching a mangy dog get up off the floor unconcerned with the child who just got shot by its side. I want to emigrate, find nights sharpened by the owl’s … More Bandit Nights by Sergio A. Ortiz
Like everything that finds me, damned spring, you’ve set a price on blooms of bugambilias around the periphery of my brow. And here I am drawing on conclusions. Who cares if love comes and goes in an hour? Goddamned lying spring, allow me to kiss you as if a kiss were more than just a … More In an hour by Sergio A. Ortiz
Envy is the Lemonade Countess, small cutesy runaround with that oh, really, yes-yes expression on her face aristocrat macaques are so fond of. —Yes, Monsieur, we love your rigadoon dance. Your elegant word of the day, volupté . But in our presence, please, don’t mention frogs. They multiply in the mirrors at the king’s court.